Wrestlemania 20

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak & Westside Gunn] I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames No, oh, all these games I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames No, oh, all these games I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames No, oh, all these games I didn't come for jokes (grr), I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames (ayo) No, oh, all these games [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, face tats and down, we was bagging weight Fiend almost scratched his arm off, he couldn't wait Rich niggas rocking Enfants Riches Told my shooter to chill, God, he kept sniffing Patek shine through Linda Farrow specs Hanging out the F-Pace with the loaded TEC, God bless Mark his loot for a maneuver Only cooked it one time and we blew up, new goons Prepare to clear the room soon All these snakes around on my Gucci shoes This that cocaine stuck to the pot, scrape Coral statue in every corner, the Lord's grace Off the top rope with the brick like Snuka, nigga In the kitchen with my dance, I be cooking, nigga Just Don, I need the pink 2s Left his brains dragging 'cross the mink too (Boom boom boom boom boom boom) [Chorus: Anderson .Paak] I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames No, oh, all these games I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames No, oh, all these games I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames No, oh, all these games I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames No, oh, all these games [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Ayo, new kitchen, same stoves, plain clothes, just tryna chase Threw the 40, by God, the birds caulking up a 8 Couple flakes, too many chains on, I might suffocate We cut his face his first day in, get out the fucking way Fuck is this, ask for a bid, he gave his fucking shake Now he laying in the dumpster without a fucking face Porsche 961, we call those master, everlasting Miss Machine Gun every day that'll fucking pass Always rap about the fucking dope that you never had Never showed your PSI, don't even fucking ask Make sure my Fila Gosha Might sell a thousand bricks for the culture Unravel squares, rocking Unraveled What you know about betting 200 mackerels Gotta send 20 niggas to commissary If you owe me a stamp, get your momma buried (Boom boom boom boom boom boom) [Chorus: Anderson .Paak] I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames No, oh, all these games I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames No, oh, all these games I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames No, oh, all these games I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames No, oh, all these games I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames No, oh, all these games I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames No, oh, all these games I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames No, oh, all these games I didn't come for jokes, I didn't come for games I didn't come to play with you lames No, oh, all these games